New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-05-18

Saturday Night.
''Does Mrs. Murray live here?'
Mr.. Webb knocked apologeti2ally on
the glass counter OF the bakery with
the handle OF his whip. It seemed
almost a liberty thus unceremonious-
ly to address the gaily attired young
woman who was adding up the &C.
counts behind the tall desk.
He stood near the door, keeping a
sharp lookout on the barefooted boy
who was holding his sleepy old horse
for had he not heard, many time
and oft, OF the juvenile New York?
In reply to his respectful question,
the young woman nodded her head
and CURLY answered:
Cup stairs.'
cts a pretty big house." said Mr..
Webb, glancing about him. 1.-The
Murrays wasn't rich when they lived
down our way; but Rachel never had
good Judgment. I should say, now,
the rent OF a house like this"
cit amt house, said the young
woman, speaking with a lead pencil
between her teeth.
"Ain't a house, eh?" Martin Webb's
honest, onion-colored eyes gradually
expanded, until you would have
thought the lids could scarcely con-
tain them. "Not-a house?'
mo; it's a. fiat. Fourth story,
back room. Name OF Murray. Stair
case just out in the hall there"
And so for the first time in his life,
Mr.. Webb found himself in the pre-
cincts of a 'fat"
He lost his way half dozen OF times
this gaunt, good-humored giant, with
a ham in his arms, two or three
strings OF a country sausage over his
shoulder, and basket OF red apples
clasped tightly against his breast.
That Was a matter OF course.
He walked into the kitchen of one
fiat, brought up IN the parlor of anoth-
Cl olllo pICSc1lIto llll1lS6ll, Ull0
late breakfast table of a third, where
a luckless printer, who worked all
night, on the early edition of morn
ing paper, was sleepily chipping the
the shells o. an egg.
Call them eggs?" said Martin, con-
temptuously. eff our VOLTS Corners
hens can't beat that ere sort % thing
But [ am sure l ask pardon; I guess
I've got into the wrong fiat. P'r'aps
you can tell me where a. lady named
Murray lives?',
And by dint Of many such question:
ings and inquiries, Mr.. Webb at last
got himself, his red apples, ham and
sausages into a scantily furnished
room looking out on q bare brick wall
"a room where erything had a
starved look, even down to the cat,
which sat intently watching mouse
hole in the wainscoting.
Mrs. Murray, q tall, pinched, elder
ly woman, was engaged, through a
double pair of spectacles, in mending
fine laces, but the slow motion OF her
needle, and the uncert ain expression
OF her face, denoted no very brilliant
success.
And seated on the window ledge OBJ
posite her, ariding habit OF dark green
cloth, beaver hat. with dark green
veil twisted around it, and a jaunty
little ivory handled whip, was a pref
ty girl OF 1S or 90.
Both started at the entrance OF
Mr.. Webb both smiled glad recogni-
ton.
Why" cried Mrs. Murray, it's
cousin Martin! Hilda, give your cous-
in a chair DECLARE Martin, l an sur
prised to see you here
mo more'n I to get here, I guess, y
returned the farmer, with a peculiar
chuckling noise down in his throat.
'"These ERE city folks, they do take
the starch outen q fellow. Ain t
muck like our aaledder flats down at
VOLTS Corner, eh? Here, cousin
Rachel, I've brung We one OF Eliza s
best sugar-cured hams an some
sassages, and a bushel OF the apples
that growed on the tree beyond the
we'll the real, red-eheeked Josev
Moore's you know"
tits very kind of you, I'm sure, y
said Mrs. Murray. "Hilda, can YOU
not offer our cousin some retreshna ents
after his Sourney?'
Hilda eolored painfully. How could
She explain to her mother that the
cupboard MAS utterly empty, even OF
q crust of bread?
"I'll bring up something directly y =
she murmufed
And then she vanished.
From one good neighbor-the very
printers wife, indeed-she borrowed a
potful Of freshly-made coffee; from an
other, @ few slices of cold boiled beef;
from q, third a pan of new-baked bis
cults, with q little butter aud a comb
OF honey. and then she flew back to
spread the frugal meal.
HAre they all well. cousin Webb?.'
she asked, tinidly. as holding up her
riding habit with one hand, she ar